The Tree Poem by Vladislav Damaskinov
The Tree
The tree was standing strong and firm
Planted by the river of tears
It’s leafs were red, like blood of lam
They whispered ancient fears
I walked beside it, watched it grow
And listened with joy
How all my thoughts just flew away
Like when I was a boy
And there, alone into the darkness
I saw the puzzle’s final part
There buried in the roots of sadness
Lies broken my immortal heart
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Planted by the river of tears It’s leafs were red, like blood of lam There buried in the roots of sadness Lies broken my immortal heart A broken heart and immortal? ? Contrasting ideas becoming mystical and